Beginnings
by Desmon Arnold
In a flash, the three existed for the first time. In a vast world of empty space, three figures hover in the nothingness. Oum created a large quantity of space in which the three could exist in. Intelligible roars immediately filled the emptiness as Vaz began to writhe, his constantly shifting and changing new physical form pulsing with his primal and wild power. Nae was quick to use power in the form of a soft pulse, nullifying Vaz’s destruction for the time being, and looking to Oum for guidance.
Unsure of what to create, what to do next, and in dire need of guidance, one of Oum’s first creations was another being. Like them, but weaker in scale. The concept they were given domain over were simple. Oum birthed Shiwa. Shiwa immediately knew what they were, their purpose, and what to do next. Shiwa knew everything. Shiwa’s first act was to allow communication. They created the first language to exist in the multiverse. Celestial. A simple tongue that tied everything together. Shiwa spoke, slow and methodical, and after a short exchange, Oum with a pulse of his power created an orb of pure silver. A metallic reflection showing nothing but the gods themselves on the black empty scape.
Without hesitation, Vaz lept forth, bringing with him a force Nae was unprepared for. “TOY!” They screamed in the new language they had never spoken, launching a force of destructive energy unmatched and undescribable. It turned the newly created plane to less than dust in mere moments. Nae reacted as fast as she could, as the pieces began to repair. Vaz and Nae would continue this conflict, back and forth for what felt like forever. Time didn’t exist yet, so. Shiwa turned to Oum, and they spoke once again. Within moments, Facit was born. Facit, a near mirror of Shiwa. Pale skin, dark hair, colorful energy radiating from their being. He looked to Shiwa, before he began to shake. He would bounce and zoom around the existent space before sliding to a stop between Vaz and Nae. “No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no NO!” He called, speaking much faster than he could reasonably think, before he opened his arms and the two were launched away from one another. “Stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay stay STAY!” Facit screamed, his vibration-like movements making his form none but a blur. Shiwa smiles, pleased by this, and looked to Oum, who nodded. “Two more.” Oum said, voice booming and neutral.
- NOTE: Vaz and Nae were launched so far from each other, and from what would be Argent, that they did not manage to return back for literal years, and won’t appear again for the rest of this story.
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